Butterflies are they, or flowers
There's a pattern there, I see
Streaming about the sunlit dust
As if daring me to be
A certain butterfly already on the wing
A certain butterfly already on the wing
"What's the answer?" You ask of me
"I'll sing your lullabies," I say
"What's the question?" You ask of me
"Where's the ambassador of morning?"
Goodnight, my kitten
The fog is rising
Goodnight, my kitten
The fog is rising high
Don't put down the blinds
I feel fine
I want the sunlight to greet me